I could never understand
the cataloger's best laid plan.
Books in libraries, numbered screwy
in a system made by Dewey.
Holiday Fun Limerick contest- Santa, Frosty, Rudolph or Elf - set of 3 Poetry Contest
Tania Kitchin
Frosty's eyes began to dance for his date
He had plans and didn't want to be late
There be dinner and a show
And perhaps a bed of snow
So he sang a tune and hurried his gait
His midnight hour starts at a neighbor's yard
There she stood for him, all regal and starred
They planned to sled far away
And watch the moon and stars sway
And, well, share a Frosty and his trump card
Frosty thought he had set the best-laid plan
For their lovemaking began to trans span
The heat made their bodies melt
And soon their demise was dealt
Frosty had died a jolly good snowman
To Hate ... wrenching the world apart
Its forte is transgressing hearts
Pitting a sibling against a sibling
Starving children without quibbling
To Hate... in battles over God
Where 'Holy Wars' are nothing odd
To children renouncing moms and dads
To their young depraved and sad
To Hate... as evil wins the games
Spreading anguish in the name
Of faith and brotherhood of man
To Hate... it boasts the best laid plan
To Hate.. where in the final hour
Those seething souls who give it power
Will answer to the Lord above
For Hate is choosing... not to Love
Crossroads
The choices we make today guide us on a path, now
The choices we don’t make, merely a choice somehow
Sending you solemnly on a quest of your own episodes
You find yourself questioning, standing at the crossroads
Which shall it be, what choice do I have, what if I’m wrong
Make a choice, it can never be wrong, it’s your path all along
All choices, mere life lessons to teach you to lessen your loads
Go straight, turn left or right, all your choices at the crossroads
Change is a constant In the universe, embrace it all if you can
Sometimes we are forced to choose, altering our best laid plan
Perhaps just a fear of the unknown, unsure of what may bode
Try to never look back, that’s not the way to the crossroad
Each choice you make, a learning curve to set you on your way
Can your choices be wrong, you have free will to have your say
Every choice leads to the next choice within all your life’s modes
Sending you back once again to those wondrous crossroads
Ode To Woe
Fate is such a fickle thing
Cares not one whit for man
Hopes but stones in Nature’s sling
To shatter best laid plan
A swirling murmuration of Starlings
Makes as much sense as fate
And powerless are the greatest kings
In Kismet’s capricious wake
I tried to love with all my might
But Fate and Kismet said “Never!”
My soul has flown into the night
And my heart is broken
…forever…
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